Sister's Revenge

Kyle Emerson was 18 and had just graduated from high
school. Finally, he was free from those teachers he thought
were weird and all the studying his mother made him do.
He was registered to go to a local community college in the
fall but he now had the summer off to enjoy himself.

His mother had saved up the money for him to go to
college but he needed to pay for his own car and all
other expenses himself. His mother, Denise, had a full
time job while his father had passed away a few years
earlier. She made enough to make ends meet and put
away some extra cash for Kyle's schooling.

At home were just Kyle and his sister Melissa. She was
15 and was entering tenth grade in the fall. Kyle, being the
typical big brother, picked on Melissa every chance he got
which annoyed her to no end. Being a male, he usually got to
do more things than her and would always be the one left in
charge. Melissa being a teenager thought she knew all the
answers and didn't need Kyle to tell her what to do.

Kyle worked for the summer at a local supermarket
doing carriage control. It didn't pay much but it was a real
easy job that took little thought. He was outside a lot and got
a chance to watch all the women come by to shop. It was the first
week of summer vacation when the store manager instructed him to
retrieve all the carts from behind the store. There had been a heavy
storm the night before and the stream back there had overflowed
leaving several carts stranded.

Kyle collected most of the carts up when he traveled
down the bank to pull the last remaining one from the mud. It was
stuck really tight and took all his effort to free it. He tried to
push the cart but there was too much stuff around the wheel. He had
to remove the excess dirt by hand when he found something metallic
wrapped around the wheel. It took several minutes to get what
appeared to be a necklace untangled. He walked over to the stream
and rinsed it off in the quickly running water. There was a medallion
attached to it with several small engravings on it. It looked like an
angel or fairy or something similar but it was getting dark out and
he couldn't see the details too well. He was headed to his car
to throw the necklace in when someone came outside and called
to him. He put the necklace around his neck and under apron for
save keeping.

After getting the carts put away he went inside to find a message
waiting for him. His mother had called and asked him to pick up
some food for dinner and a box of diapers for their neighbor who
was home with her sick daughter. The message didn't say exactly
what size to get and he was faced with more choices than he could
imagine. He picked one with a small girl on the cover since it looked
the most like the neighbors' daughter.

He punched out and hung up his apron before he went
through the checkout line with his purchases and got
several wise comments from his coworkers about the
diaper package. He carried the bags out to his car
instead of using a cart. The last thing he wanted to do
was push a cart around after work hours. Struggling to
get the car keys out of his pocket, he dropped the diaper
bag on the pavement. He managed to kick the bag around
several times before he put in the back seat of the car.
He got home right at dinnertime and handed the packages
to his mother. She handed the diapers back to him and told
him to run next door quickly.

Kyle rang the bell and a voice called out from inside
the open door. "Is that you Kyle?" It was Jean in the
kitchen. She was in her mid twenties with a great body.
He fantasized about her a lot but she was married and
had a child of her own. She was fixing dinner as she
waited for her husband to get home from work. "Yes,
Mrs. Davis, I have your package for you," He replied.
"I'm a little tied up here. Could you bring it in for me
please?" Kyle opened the screen door and walked into
the house towards the kitchen. He was in a rush to get to
his own dinner and didn't look where he was going. There was
a small toy on the floor and Kyle tripped over it. He
fell to the floor but was not hurt since he was cushioned by
the soft diaper package under him.

Jean came rushing in to see what happened. After Kyle
stood up, he explained that it was his fault for being such a
klutz. He assured her that he was fine as he handed over the
package which was now completely split open. Jean commented
that she really needed the pull-up style since her daughter,
Chelsea, was almost trained. The one he brought would be a
little small but it would get her through the night. As Kyle
listened to his neighbor explain about diaper styles and sizes,
he began to feel funny. His skin was tingling all over and it made
him a little dizzy. He quickly excused himself and rushed home.

Kyle made his way home and sat down at the dinner
table. His mother and sister were already eating as
he went to reach for his fork. "Kyle, are you feeling
alright?" His mother asked. "I'm not sure Mom. I'm
feeling a little strange." It was then that Kyle noticed
both his mother and sister staring intently at him. He
kept squirming in his seat, as everything about him felt
uncomfortable. His clothes really irritated him, as they
felt baggy or even oversized. The table was getting bigger,
or was he getting smaller? His hands dropped the fork as his
sleeves swallowed his arms up. "MOM!" He yelled out in a
much higher pitched voice. "Oh my god!" was all Denise
could reply.

No one in the room moved from their seats. They watched
as the boy kept getting smaller and younger looking. Within
a half an hour, Kyle had regressed in age to a toddler. He
kind of looked like a miniature of himself at first but there
was a definite change. His short brown hair was now blond and
down to his shoulders. His eyes were still blue but his face was
rounder, almost pudgy.

"Jeez Kyle, what happened to you? You look like a little baby!"
Melissa finally spoke. Screaming in hysterics at the thought of
being a baby, Kyle jumped off the chair and tripped on his
clothes. He tumbled hard to the floor causing the medallion around
his neck to fall off and skip over the hardwood floor and under
the buffet table on the side.

Denise ran over and picked up her son to calm him down. He was
very lightweight and easy to handle. She did her best to comfort
him by talking in a soft calming voice as his sobbing eventually
turned to quiet whimpers. She was near hysterical herself, but
she tried to stay calm for her son.

Melissa noticed the pile of clothes in the floor and saw that
Kyle had on only his shirt, which was long enough to cover his
legs. Denise rolled up the sleeves a bit to expose her sons tiny
fingers. She instructed Melissa to clean up the dishes while she
walked to the couch and sat down with Kyle on her lap. As she
inspected him, she began to ask him if he had any idea what
happened. "I don't know I'm just so scared." He replied in his now
tiny soprano voice.

He was still shaking as she removed his shirt to look more closely
at his small body when she noticed something was missing between
his legs. She laid him on his back in front of her, resting Kyle's
head on her knees for a closer look. She held his legs apart slightly
for a careful inspection. "Oh my god!" she said for the second time in
a just a few minutes. Melissa ran in to see what her mother was so
shocked at. Looking over her mothers shoulders she confirmed what
Denise had found. "Kyle's a girl Mom, a baby girl!"

Kyle reached between his legs himself and discovered what his
mother and sister had already found out. His penis was gone and
only a small slit and folds of skin remained. The entire area was
smooth with no hair at all. This again returned him to frenzy as
the tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Thanks a lot Melissa," Denise said with an annoyed expression as
she began the process of trying to calm Kyle again. Even though
he was quite shaky, Kyle kept trying to feel himself all around
with his hands. He was so different now and with each new part
of his body he explored, he seemed to get more upset. Denise
sensed his concerns and brought him up to his room to put
something on him. The smallest thing she could find was a T-shirt,
which was still way too big for him to be comfortable. The bottom
of the shirt came down to his ankles while the armholes were
oversized. After an hour, Denise had come back downstairs holding
a calmer Kyle on her hip. His eyes were red and puffy from all his
crying as his tangled hair fell across his face.

"I'm going next door to get him something." Denise said as she
handed him over to Melissa. Denise was still in a state of
shock herself when she knocked on Jeans door. She rambled on
in an incoherent manner about Kyle's sudden transformation.
Jean thought that Denise had totally lost it. She knew Denise
was having a hard time managing a house alone with two teenagers
to watch over. She did her best to get Denise to collect herself
but it was difficult at best. She didn't know what she could do to
help and in the end, getting very annoyed, she gave Denise a one
piece sleeper and some diapers which satisfied her for now.

When Denise returned home, the house seemed quiet. She looked
around for Kyle and found him upstairs sitting up in the middle of
Melissa's bed. His hair was parted down the middle and pulled back
into twin ponytails. Melissa was rummaging through her drawers.
"There you are. What are you looking for honey?" She asked. "I was
looking for an old top I had that might fit Kyle." "That's OK; I got
an outfit for him from Jean."

Denise pulled off Kyle's T-shirt and pushed him down on his back.
She picked up his ankles and pushed a diaper under his behind.
"What's going on? Why do I need that?" Kyle questioned. "Little girls
usually still need to wear diapers and I don't want you to embarrass
yourself and have an accident." Denise spoke in a motherly tone.
"What kind of accident? I'm 18 ya know." "Well, you certainly would
never pass for that now. Lets just try it for a little while and see
how you do."

Kyle was so occupied about wearing a diaper that he didn't even
notice that he was put in the infant sleeper until his mother had
finished attaching the last snap behind his neck. She picked him
up from the bed and set him on the floor. He started walking on
his own for the first time since he became small. The thickness
of the diaper between his legs made him do more of a waddle than
a walk. His balance was completely off and after just a few steps
he fell back onto his bottom. His mother and sister both got a good
laugh at his expense. "Oh Mom, he's so cute." Melissa chuckled as she
helped him to his feet.

Kyle spotted the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door
and walked again to get a better look. He got the first good look at
himself and again used his hands to explore himself while staring at
his reflection. He had to admit to himself, there stood a cute little
girl in pink-footed pajamas. He stared for several minutes before
the giggling of the others in the room broke his concentration. They
couldn't believe how mesmerized he was by his new looks. When
Kyle realized they were laughing at him, the tears began to flow
again. Denise picked him up and carried him into his room. It was
decorated in dark colors with heavy furniture. The walls were
covered with posters of rock groups and sports figures. It was dark
out and she thought it best to get Kyle to rest some. She promised
him that in the morning she would find someone to help him.

Denise tucked her son into his bed and sat beside him. She began
humming a little tune and stroked his hair, playing with his ponytails
until he drifted off to sleep.

The next day Denise took the day off from work. She made an
appointment early in the morning with their doctor. She went into
Kyle's room to wake him. It was after nine and they had to be at
the office in less than an hour. She panicked when she first entered
and saw the bed was empty. She looked in the bathroom and then
down the hall in Melissa's room. She woke Melissa up and asked her
if she had seen Kyle. Melissa, having been asleep woke up confused
and said no. They both started searching the house when Melissa
called out to her mother. "I found him. He's in his room." She called
out into the hall.

Denise ran back into Kyle's room where Melissa pointed to the floor
near the bed. There was Kyle, sound asleep, crouched in the fetal
position sucking his thumb. He must have fallen off the bed last
night. Denise surmised.

She picked him up and he started to stir. There was a definite odor
about him as she laid him on the bed and unsnapped the leg openings
of his sleeper. She reached in under the lining of the diaper and
confirmed her belief that he was wet. As Kyle tried to make sense of
what was going on around him, his mother changed him and carried him
downstairs. She did her best to get him to eat but he couldn't
manipulate his tiny fingers well enough to hold the silverware. In the
end, she put some cereal in a bag and took him into the car. She had
Melissa sit in the backseat with him to keep him comfortable.

At the doctors office there was some confusion at the receptionists
desk as to why her records showed Kyle was a teenaged boy and
Denise was holding a young girl insisting it was Kyle. Melissa was
told to stay in the waiting room while Denise went in. Once inside
the examination room, the nurse took Kyle's temperature and went
to write in on his chart when she noticed the discrepancy in age and
sex. Denise babbled on about the transformation from the night
before while the nurse just looked at her without expression.

Denise held Kyle on her lap and waited alone for over fifteen minutes
before the doctor came in with the nurse in tow. As Denise told her
story again, he began to examine Kyle. The doctor did his best to keep
Denise calm but with each question he asked, her answers became more
irrational. All this talk about magical spontaneous transformations of
her son into a child and a girl no less left Denise shaken. Her voice was
cracking and her tears visible down her face. It all became too much
for her. She was the calm one since the change but now all her emotions
came out in front of the doctor.

After Kyle was weighed and measured, the doctor declared the
toddler healthy and average for a 32-month old girl. He then
turned to Denise and questioned her about her home and working
environment. He was trying to see if there was something very
stressful that had recently occurred. She responded that all was
normal and the doctor with a confused look on his face then excused
himself.

The doctor returned a few minutes later and handed Denise a
prescription that she should take for some mild sedatives. She was
expecting to get something to help her son, not herself. He then gave
her the name of another doctor who might be able to help her with
her problem. She took the papers and thanked him as she picked up
Kyle and headed out to the billing area.

The clerk informed her that her insurance policy wouldn't
cover the visit since she had no coverage for the child she had
brought in. Another argument ensued until the doctor came by
and took the clerk aside. Denise left the office more distraught
than Kyle did but she at least had the name of someone who could
help them.

Back home she looked up the new doctors name in the phone book
and discovered he was a psychiatrist. "He thinks I'm crazy. They all
think I'm crazy!" Denise said to Melissa. It was at that point that
Denise decided that no doctor could help her with this problem. She
sat with Melissa and formulated a story to account for Kyle's new
looks.

"No one is calling us crazy." She told Melissa. "We'll have to keep
this a secret. Kyle can now be my niece. That makes her your
cousin, alright?" We can't call him Kyle anymore, Mom." Melissa
added. "You're right. Its going to be tough so maybe we need a
name close." Kyle just sat there listening to these women decide
his new fate. "How about Missy?" Melissa suggested first. "I don't
think so. Just because you hate that nickname doesn't mean you
should give it to your brother." "Well, he hardly looks like my older
brother now!" Melissa teased. "I know, meet Kayla Elizabeth, your
new cousin." Denise declared.

As the plan unraveled, Denise laid down the new ground rules.
"Melissa, we need to make this as realistic as possible. I will not
have anyone think we are nuts or the least bit weird. From now on,
your brother has left on a long trip and this is Kayla who will be
staying with us." She said pointing to the toddler. "We must be
extra careful to only refer to her as Kayla and treat her as the
little girl she appears to be." Kyle was listening in and couldn't
believe what his mother saying. "What about me?" he whined. "You heard
the doctor; you're not even 3 years old honey. You had better get
used to acting like one. It looks like you might be this way for a while."

The tears started flowing again as Kyle heard his fate being
sealed. "Well he's started already!" Melissa joked, as she saw
her brother cry again. "Melissa, that doesn't help the situation
any. You know, you will have to help out now and care for him
I mean her while I'm at work." "But Mom, I don't wanna be stuck
baby sitting all summer." Melissa began to whine also. "I'm sorry
honey but we are going to have to make this work and that means
you have to help out too. And, you can start now and watch her
while I go to the store to pick up a few things."

Denise ran out to a local department store that afternoon to pick
up a few outfits for Kyle. She knew if she brought him along it
would be easier to get the proper fit but she couldn't deal with the
whining any longer. Looking on the sizing charts in the store, she
figured a 3T would be about right. She wanted to get some outfits
with pants that were not so girly. Unfortunately, they were all very
feminine in purple and pinks with animal or flower patterns on
them but that's all she could find at this store.

She picked out a few outfits along with sleepers, socks and a pair of
pink and white sneakers. She stopped to get a baby cup and serving
set that came with a plate with cartoon characters on them. All the
time she shopped, she saw cute little things she was tempted to buy
but she didn't know how long Kayla would be around so she had to
stop herself every once in a while.

When Denise returned home, Melissa was watching TV while Kyle
napped on the couch. She showed Melissa all the things she bought
and went up to Kyle's room to put them away in his drawers. She
had to move some of his things out to the shelf in his closet to make
way for his new wardrobe.

That evening, Melissa dressed Kyle in a disposable diaper and a new
one-piece sleeper. It was yellow with a bunny rabbit pattern
throughout. Then, Melissa led her new sister to the stairs for supper.
Kyle had to be extra slow coming down the stairs and holding the
handrail tight. Melissa showed him how to turn backwards and crawl
down the steps one at a time but Kyle just gave her a dirty look and
continued his slow decline.

At the table, Kyle discovered a high chair in place of his usual
seat. His mother had brought it down from the attic along with
some other items that she hadn't used since her children were
very young. Kyle was strapped in to the chair and a bib was tied
around his neck. His meal was different from that of the others
and it was served on his special plate along with a toddlers cup.
At first these changes surprised him but in a way it almost felt
natural to be treated this way. He was already beginning to forget
what it was like to be a grown up and only after a day as a child.

The next day, Kyle was left in Melissa's care while Denise returned
to work. Melissa was still pissed that she had the burden of watching
him. She had plans that day to hang out with her friends. There was
a knock on the door very early that morning and Melissa went to
answer it. Jean had come by with her daughter Chelsea and told
Melissa that her mother was acting real strange the other night and
wanted to apologize for acting mean to her (and to see if she was
OK). Melissa assured Jean that things were normal and explained
that her cousin will be staying with them because her aunt is very
sick. She was dropped off late the other night and it was a very
stressful day for her mother.

Melissa mentioned to Jean that Denise had to run out for clothes
yesterday because they had none. As a consolation, Jean offered
her some of her own daughters things. Since Kyle was now a little
smaller than Chelsea, Jean had lots of clothes and shoes that didn't
fit Chelsea well anymore. Melissa graciously accepted and Jean
returned shortly with several bags of clothes.

Melissa woke Kyle up for their first day together. "Come on,
get up little sister," she said. "I'm not your little sister; I'm your
big brother." Kyle fought back. "You haven't looked in the mirror
lately, have you Kayla Elizabeth." She said in a mocking tone.

She took off the toddlers sleeper and put it in the laundry hamper.
She took the little ones hand and led him to the toilet and removed
his wet diaper. She left Kyle staring at the bowl as she ran the tub
water. "Well don't just stare at it, use it!" Kyle realized he would need
to sit down from now on to pee but he couldn't reach the seat. His
sister picked him up and set him down on the toilet and waited
several minutes. The tub was full now and he was moved there after
an unsuccessful attempt on the toilet." God, I gotta do everything for
you now. You're gonna pay big time for this one!" Melissa shouted.

Melissa washed Kyle all over including his long hair. Kyle screamed
that she got shampoo in his eyes but it didn't faze his sister. When
she was done, Melissa carried him into his bedroom and put a fresh
diaper on him. There was a sadistic smile on Melissa's face as she
began to dress her brother. She took a quick inventory of the clothes
that Jean had dropped off and proceeded to place a lacy white slip
over his head. Next came a pair of white cotton tights that she
carefully put on his legs and over his diaper. Kyle immediately
started to complain about these clothes but she cut him off with a
quick slap to his behind.

As Kyle sat up, Melissa strapped on a pair of black Mary Jane
shoes. They were small and shiny and just the right size for his
cute, tiny feet. "See how those feel," Melissa said as she stood Kyle
on his feet. Again as he walked, there was the familiar sound of
rubbing diapers.

Melissa came up to Kyle from behind and dropped a dress over his
head and pulled his arms through the holes. She buttoned up the
back and smoothed the skirt down by his sides. It was a satiny pink
dress with plenty of delicate white lace trim around the arm openings
and hem. Probably the prettiest of all the dresses she found. The
party dress had a full skirt that was awfully short even for his new
size. The stiff slip underneath made the skirt stick out and appear
even shorter. Now the noise of the dress rustling against the slip
added to that of the diaper. He knew if he bent over at all, it would
expose his diapered bottom.

"Now you need to act like a little lady in this dress unless you
want to show the world what you're wearing underneath." She
said with a big smile on her face. "I'm not going anywhere in this
thing." He said pointing to himself. "Too bad, were meeting my friends
at the mall and you, my two year old toddler, have no say in the
matter."

Melissa spun Kyle around as she tied the back ribbons into a large
bow, pulling the dress tight at his waist. She dragged him into her
room and proceeded to dry his hair. She used an elastic to pull his
hair back into a ponytail and then tied a long pink ribbon into a bow
around it, letting the ends hang down below his shoulders. Kyle sat
on Melissa's bed as he watched her get dressed in a pair of shorts
and a T-shirt. He started to argue with her as to why he was so
dressed up. She was in shorts and he knew his mother had bought
pants for him in his new size. Melissa snapped back that Mom put
her in charge and he would do what she said now unless he wanted
to change his own diapers, even the messy ones.

Kyle was again strapped in his high chair for breakfast while
Melissa went into the garage and found an old baby stroller.
It was the same one her parents used to push her around in
over ten years ago. As she cleaned it off, she found large floppy
baby's hat.

While his sister was gone, Kyle needed more juice in his cup but
couldn't get out of the chair himself. He became conscious that even
if he weren't tied in, he wouldn't be able to reach the handle on the
refrigerator door or even pour it himself. He concluded that he was at
the mercy of his sister.

Melissa returned, picked up Kyle and sat him down in the stroller.
She put the hat over his head and tied the straps under his chin. Kyle
began to complain, but Melissa said he was now too fair skinned and
needed this to prevent himself from burning. Melissa was doing all
she could to humiliate her brother and having a great time at it too.

As they walked down the block towards the mall, they stopped to
pick up Melissa's friend Alison at her house. "Who's the little one?"
asked Alison. "Its my sister," Melissa replied. "You don't have a sister,
Melissa!" "I know that. Its really my cousin Kayla, but she's going to
be staying with us for a while so we decided to pretend she's my
sister." Melissa hoped Alison would buy her cover after the slip up.
For teenaged girls, it didn't take much.

At the mall, they met up with a large group of friends and proceeded
to prowl through the stores. Two of the others were also pushing
their siblings in strollers and Melissa told Kyle that he had some
new friends to play with.

Melissa and some of the girls walked into the nail salon and had
their nails done. When Kyle stood up in his stroller and looked over
the counter to see what was going on, one of the nail technicians
glanced over at him. "My, what a pretty thing you are. Would you like
to have your nails done too?" Kyle was too shocked to answer. There
was no way he wanted to have his nails painted like a girls. Melissa
replied for him. "I'm sure she would love that, wouldn't you Kayla?"
as she gave him the who's the boss look.

When they left the salon, Kyle's nails were just the right
shade of pink to match the ribbon in his hair.

After lunch, the older girls sat around while the younger
ones ran around in a play area. Kyle didn't want to go, but
Melissa took him out of the stroller and pushed him away
toward the other children. Once he was there, he found it
fun to play hide and seek along with some of the other children's
games. Kyle didn't even realize he was giggling and enjoying
himself just like the other young girls.

The children were getting tired so they were put back in their
strollers and off to scout out some of the fashion stores. Melissa
stopped at the cosmetics counter at one of them and started to
discuss things with the saleswoman. As the woman started to give
Melissa a makeover, Kyle, knowing that mom didn't allow her to
wear much make-up yet, started to speak up. As soon as he did,
Melissa reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a baby bottle
filled with apple juice. She immediately stuffed it into Kyle's
open mouth before he could complete his sentence and gave him
a cold stare. Feeling helpless, Kyle just sucked on the nipple and
felt the warm juice trickle down his throat. Shortly after, they
started on the way again while the gentle motion of the stroller
rocked him off to sleep.

When Melissa arrived home with Kyle still asleep in the stroller,
Denise was already home from work. Denise looked at her sleeping
son and questioned Melissa. "Why did you put him in such a fancy
dress? And where did you get that from?" Melissa explained that
Jean had come by that morning and she had covered for them by
retelling the story they had decided on the night before. "The
dress had been Chelsea's but it was now too small for her."

"But you know I bought several pairs of pants yesterday for him."
Denise said. "I know Mom but I couldn't get him to put any of them
on! This was all his idea. He insisted on wearing this outfit when he
saw what Jean had brought. You should have seen him at the mall
today. He wanted me to buy him every cute dress we saw. Kyle said
that he would need more party dresses to continue to play the role of
a little girl. I guess you'll just have to return the pants you bought."

Denise couldn't believe that her son would want to wear these
frilly outfits instead of pants but she imagined his mind was
heavily affected by the transformation. She thought she better
play along with Kyle's new needs to keep him happy until she
could find a way to change him back.

A few minutes later, Kyle was awoken by Denise who was staring
over him. "Hi sweetie, did you have a good time today? Melissa said
you were such a good little girl and you loved shopping at the mall. I
see you even got your nails done, what a beautiful color you chose
and they look very pretty with that dress."

Kyle was still coming out of his nap and was a little too disoriented
to respond. He thought about what a humiliating day he had as he
wondered what Melissa had said to his Mom. He looked down at
himself and spotted the pink dress and tiny legs. As he moved his
feet from side to side, he caught the reflection of light off his shiny
patent leather shoes and realized they were his feet.

When Denise picked him up out of the stroller, she felt his diaper
and being wet, she opened up the diaper bag and laid the cover right
on the living room floor and changed him there. She thought that at
least it would be a lot easier changing diapers when there were no
pants to lower and raise. With Kyle's short dress, changing was a
snap.

This was Kyle's second full day as Kayla and he already felt beaten
by the dramatic change he had gone through. It was at that point
that he admitted defeat and decided he might as well get use to it.

Denise made another trip into the attic to find some old clothes she
saved from when Melissa was younger. There were a few fancy
dresses, jumpers and pleated skirts that were hardly worn and she
couldn't bear to throw them out. She had always intended to give
them away to a friend but the opportunity never arrived. Now she
thought Kyle liked that style and would love to wear them. Melissa
always hated feminine clothes and remembered rejecting them as a
child. Melissa was only too eager to help her mother look for the old
outfits. With the new found control over her brother, these were just
the right outfits to insist on him wearing all the time.

In the first week, Denise saw Kyle in one of these outfits
everyday when she arrived home from work. Kyle was never
in pants and his hair was always neatly arranged with ribbons
and bows. Denise always greeted her son with much enthusiasm
but felt Kayla would need more outfits soon to keep him happy.

The next Saturday, she spent the morning cleaning the house.
Melissa was tidying things upstairs while she tried to dust the
living room. Kyle was lost as to how to help out so he found himself
following Melissa around. She got annoyed at him for doing so and
yelled at him to go away. Denise heard the shouting and called up to
Kyle. He went running down the stairs and almost fell twice as he
ran over to Denise and hugged her leg with tears runny down his
cheeks. "You're going to have to learn to keep out of the way and
start acting more your age." She scolded him. Melissa listened
quietly and basked in what she heard as she enjoyed the influence
over her brother.

Kyle was put in front of the TV and told to stay out of their
way until the morning chores were complete. He watched the
children's cartoon shows in a dazed state. When Denise and
Melissa were done, they walked into the TV room together
to check up on Kyle. He had fallen asleep on the floor and his
dress was up around his waist exposing the diaper he was
wearing. Both women just looked at him and cooed over the
sight of the sleeping child.

Denise decided it was time to take her two daughters to the mall
for a shopping spree. While Melissa bought jeans and t-shirts,
Kyle was made to try on only skirts and dresses in flowery print
patterns. They bought lacy socks in pink and lavender, more
tights and several pairs of dress shoes to match the outfits. The
first time Kyle tried to complain, he was dismissed as a whiner and
a quick threat from Melissa put the little one in his place. Melissa
was truly beaming when her mother turned the other way. Not only
had she beaten her brother but she also convinced her mother that
he preferred the little girl role. All those pretty dresses her mother
complained that she wanted her to wear as a child were now on him.
Melissa would spend her time making sure he knew what it would be
like to wear these girly outfits all the time. She was enjoying the
power she held over him, even though he was in the form of her
2-year-old sister.

Everywhere the girls went together, people would always
complement Kyle's outfits and that pleased Denise to no end.
She finally had a really pretty girl she could dress up and
show off. It made her very happy, which only reinforced her
keeping Kyle in the terminally cute clothes much to Kyle's
displeasure. He knew better than to speak up and get
reprimanded by his big sister. Besides, no one paid much
attention to Kyle when he spoke anymore.

Monday arrived and a phone call came in for Kyle. It was his
current girlfriend, Hannah. They were supposed to go out together
that past weekend and she was mad that he stood her up and hadn't
called her all week. Melissa tried to cover for him and said he was
away for awhile. Hannah was very suspicious wondering why Kyle
would disappear without telling her.

Kyle, hearing Melissa's conversation started tugging on her
pant leg and asking who was on the phone. Hannah heard the high
voice of a young girl and asked the same question. Melissa
explained her cousin was staying with them for a while and then got
an idea. She wanted to go to the movies with her friends that
evening but her mother was working late and needed her to watch
Kyle.

Melissa asked Hannah if she was free to baby-sit. Hannah was
about to say no when she thought that it might be a good idea to
come by and see if Kyle was really gone. She accepted Melissa's
offer and they arranged a mutual time to start. That evening,
Kyle saw his sister prepare herself to leave and asked where they
were going. She explained that he wasn't going anywhere and that
she arranged for a sitter. Just then, the doorbell rang and Kyle
saw his girlfriend enter. "Oh Melissa, she's adorable!" Hannah said
upon seeing Kyle.

He of course was dressed in one of his new outfits. He had on a
black dress with a pink flower print, a pink sweater and his black
tights and shoes. Melissa had teased his hair that morning and
pulled a section out of his eyes and to one side with one of her
scrunchies.

He had a look of terror on his face hoping that Hannah wouldn't
recognize him. How could his sister leave him alone with his own
girlfriend in this state? A few tears started to run down his
cheek as he ran into the living room. Melissa explained to Hannah
that Kayla is still in her terrible two's, which means she cries a lot
and has a big imagination. She went on to say that her cousin likes
to play dress up and just put her to bed if she gets to be too much.
The older Hannah assured Melissa that she had plenty of experience
with this age and not to worry. That evening, Hannah did her best to
play kids games with Kyle and keep him entertained. The whole time
Kyle was extremely shy and very hesitant to do anything with her.
He wanted to tell her who he really was but he was frightened of her
reaction.

Kyle was sitting on the floor thinking about how he would
broach the subject of his true identity when Hannah came by
and handed him one of the dolls Melissa had left to play with.
She opened her purse and took out her compact to check her
face. Kyle had always thought she wore a little too much makeup
and was overly concerned with her looks. He wasn't playing with
the doll at all; he just kept looking at Hannah.

Hannah saw she was being watched and decided to try and cheer
the child up. "Say, lets have a little fun Kayla." She picked Kyle up
and sat him on the coffee table in front of her. She took her
compact and started to apply some powder to his nose and forehead.
Kyle started to back away but he was being held tight by her other
hand on his chin. "Come on, your cousin Melissa said you love to
play dress up and I can see by your clothes that you like to look
very pretty. I'm just going to help you look even prettier with a
little makeup. You wait and see, this will just take a minute and Ill
show you."

She took out some blusher and did his cheeks with a few strokes
on each side. "When you get to be my age, you'll want to do this
all the time. All your friends will. The boys will love it!" She assured
Kyle. He tried to say something when she took out a tube of lipstick
and quickly applied a little to his lips before freshening her own.
"OK, all done. Lets go look at how beautiful we are now." Hannah
said as she picked up Kyle and walked over to the mirror in the
hall.

She held him with their heads together and gazed at their combined
reflection. As she pointed out his cute features, she stopped and
really stared at Kyle. "You look so much like your cousin Kyle." She
told him as she saw the resemblance to her boyfriend. Kyle could
stand it no longer and broke down in flowing tears. He tried to speak
but Hannah could not understand what he was saying. She held him
tight at her breast and bounced him up and down a bit to ease his
pain. When he got a little calmer he admitted that he was in fact,
her boyfriend Kyle. Kyle did his best to explain what happened to
him but his new limited vocabulary made his words sound jumbled.
She of course didn't believe such a far-fetched story so Kyle began
to describe the last date they had and how it ended in the back seat
of his car. Hannah was furious that this little girl knew such intimate
details of her sex life and swore that Kyle must have told Kayla all
this. She was so agitated that she took Kyle up to his room and got
him ready for bed.

Kyle was changed into his pajamas and diapered by his girlfriend as
he continued to try and convince her who he truly was. One look
between his legs was all Hannah needed to convince herself that
this little girl had a wild imagination as Melissa had warned her
and that she doubted she could stand to go out with Kyle ever
again.

Kyle eventually fell into the groove of life as a two-year-old. His
day was occupied with toys, dolls and educational TV shows to help
him build his vocabulary again. He still fell into fits of tears as he
remembered something about his prior life but those around him at
the time wrote it off as typical behavior for a toddler in this stage.

Slowly his room was updated with a new younger, more feminine
look. All his old male clothes were being moved out of his drawers
and into the closet to make room for all his new outfits. As the
closet started to fill with dresses, his old pants and shirts were moved
out. The rock posters were taken down and the walls were painted a
light shade of pink. There were new sheets, comforter and matching
curtains in a rainbow pattern that made a big difference in the look.
All his sport memorabilia were replaced with toys and dolls
appropriate for a girl of his age. He had acquired Melissa's collection
of stuffed animals, which she traded for his stereo system. In his
present state, he never knew it was missing.

One afternoon after lunch, Melissa put him in for his usual rest that
he stopped fighting about weeks before. He began to remember the
last date he had with Hannah. He was in the back seat of his Ford
and she was really frisky that night. Hannah was unbuttoning his
jeans as he was pulling her blouse over her head. It was very
cramped and awkward but they both managed to undress most of the
way. He had managed to move Hannah on her back as he positioned
himself on top of her. She let out a soft moan as he entered her and
began slowly pumping away. Her cries were very soft and distant as
his orgasm quickly came, shaking his body with a satisfied release.

Kyle awoke abruptly from his sleep. He reached across his bed,
thinking he would grab a hold of his girlfriend but instead, he
knocked into something hard. He pulled his hand back and clutched
the foreign object. Squinting in the light, he saw his bottle with a
couple of inches of milk still left inside. As he sat up he felt the
dampness of a wet diaper.

Damn that Melissa, he thought. Putting him in for a nap with his
bottle everyday just made him lose control and wet himself. As he sat
there steaming over this latest episode, he heard Hannah moan again.
This was much louder than before as he realized the sound was from
down the hall. He crawled off his bed and made his way to Melissa's
door. It was open just a crack and the noises emanating from within
confirmed that it was he heard from his room.

As he peeked inside, he saw Melissa on her back with her head
propped up on several pillows. She was completely naked and on
top of the blanket. A boy he recognized as Billy Taylor had his
head buried deep between her legs with his arms under the small
of her back. He was emitting a low growling sound as he tried to
move his head from side to side. Melissa used both her hands to
grab her breasts and coarsely massage them. She yelled out in a
much higher pitch.

Kyle just stood in the doorway and inched in closer as he remained
watching his sister enjoy herself. Her moans were getting louder as
she cried out instructions to Billy. "Deeper Billy, deeper," she called as
she grabbed his head and pushed it in further between her
outstretched legs. "Oh yes, yes, that's good, right there there." Melissa
reached for the pillow behind her and covered her face as she screamed
into it to muffle her cries.

Kyle watched it all and felt jealous of Melissa for the first time in his
life. He missed having sex so much and here was his sister having a
very vocal orgasm right before him. He wondered if he would enjoy
sex that much when he got to be her age. He felt his flat chest and
wondered if his breasts would be as big as hers and would he have a
boyfriend like Billy to satisfy him.

Before Kyle had a chance to run back out to the hallway, Melissa
opened her eyes and spotted her brother at the door. She yelled out
loud enough to send him running back to his room where he took
comfort with his stuffed animals and proceeded to finish his bottle of
milk.

Melissa came in a few minutes later. She managed to quickly put her
jeans and top back on and had sent Billy home. "I'm telling mommy
on you!" Kyle immediately told his sister. "Tell her what?" Melissa
inquired. "That you and Billy we were making... doing..." Kyle couldn't
find the words he needed to describe what they were doing in
Melissa's bed. Melissa knew he wouldn't and just looked at him with
a big grin. "You say anything and Ill tell her that you love my earrings
so much, that you want to get your ears pierced too. And while I'm at
it, Ill tell her you want to take dance class just like Chelsea because
you just adore those cute little outfits she gets to wear."

Kyle could only listen and cry. He knew that his mother always
believed Melissa over him these days. His sister somehow got her
convinced that he wasn't telling the truth and now got her way with
everything.

By next week, Melissa was rubbing some alcohol all around the gold
studs in Kyle's ears. "You see my little sister, you cant win. Mom
does what I tell her now and you are just her cute little girl.
You're lucky you are still only two or you would be at dance class
this afternoon with Chelsea."

Time had very little meaning to Kyle anymore. He had gotten use
to a daily pattern of being cared for by Melissa and watching
children's television. He preferred it when things were predictable
and felt comfort in seeing the same programs over and over. He
was no longer part of the daily discussions between his mother and
sister. They often talked about things he didn't understand.
Although he had memories of life as Kyle, they remained distant.
He had become a quiet and shy little girl who preferred to sit alone
in her room often talking only to her dolls.

One morning, things began to go differently. He was awakened by
his mother instead of Melissa and was dressed for the day. Denise
fed him and then walked next door to Jeans house. "Why are we
here?" Kyle asked his mother. "Melissa started high school today
honey. Mrs. Davis will watch you now until I get back from
work. It will be fun, you can play with Chelsea. You really should
learn to be with others your own age."

Kyle didn't like the change. He just wanted to watch his TV shows
but Chelsea wanted him to play with her and her dolls. Chelsea, an
only child and being the older one now, was quite bossy and insisted
that Kyle do what she wanted. When Chelsea saw that Kyle was still
in diapers, she insisted on helping Jean change them. All of her
games involved her as the mommy and Kyle as the baby. Jean just
thought it was all very cute and didn't think Kyle minded since he
rarely spoke up. She also enjoyed all of Kyle's pretty dresses and
would take the girls to the park with Kyle in a stroller and let
Chelsea push the baby.

Halloween came and Kyle found himself dressed as a fairy princess.
Jean had coordinated his outfit with Chelsea dressed as a queen. She
took the two girls around the neighborhood to collect candy and
show off the two beauties. It was on this night that Kyle picked up
the nickname 'Princess'. Of course, it was Melissa who named him
that.

Denise did what she though was best for her son to get him through
his sudden change months before. She spent some time probing into
how he could have mysteriously become the little girl he was now,
but she always ran into a dead end. People always gave her a strange
look when she spoke of human transformations so she found her
search went very slowly. She used to promise Kyle she would find a
way to change him back but she found the task futile and now
instead of promising change, she used the time to make him more
comfortable as a toddler. His wardrobe was very large for a girl his
age and he had a collection of dolls that overflowed the space in his
room.

As winter approached, Denise gave up totally on searching for a
solution to change Kyle back. Kyle had got accustomed to his new
body and she enjoyed him more this way. She certainly didn't miss
listening to Melissa fight with her older brother. It was also cute to
watch Kyle follow Melissa around the house and seeing how he looked
up to his big sister now.

Denise made arrangements to meet with a local attorney who she was
told could get official documents for Kyle. Joe was a single lawyer
who had some connections for the changes she needed. He listened
to her story that was part truth, part fiction on who Kayla was and
how she came to be. Joe had a hard time with the story but he was
enamored with Denise. It was love at first site as they started to date
and soon he was spending nights at her house.

Kyle again went through one his periods where he started to
remember pieces of his past life. It kept him up sometimes at
night. One night he heard Denise and Joe in bed and immediately
became jealous of his mother and sister always getting plenty of
action. He tried to remember when he had sex last. He thought about
something with his car but he couldn't quite picture it in his mind.
Those memories were quickly fading away from him.

He crawled out of bed and walked to his mothers door. Peering
inside he saw Joe was lying flat in bed wearing only a T-shirt.
Denise had straddled him and was riding him hard up and down on
his cock. Her hands kept going behind her neck as she pushed her
hair out and up on her head. She was very vocal that night as her
screams of joy keep pace with that of Joes moans. Kyle watched
them climax almost simultaneously as Denise collapsed on Joe's
chest.

When Denise caught her breath, she heard Kyle crying and put on
her robe. She tried to find out what was wrong but Kyle was too
shaken to speak. Joe came out and questioned Denise who covered
for Kyle and said she was wet and needed changing. Joe commented
that maybe she should be in a crib and that Denise moved her to a
bed too early.

Kayla still knew she was really Kyle but, her role in life was now
Melissa's little sister. She did everything her big sister told her but
still ran to the cover of her stuffed animals and sucking her thumb
when life got too stressful. It was months since she read anything or
even watched the news on television. Her life was daycare at Jean's
and children's videos now. Melissa had eased up on making her wear
dresses but Denise still enjoyed putting her in skirts.

Soon it was Christmas and Kyle had a full closet of new clothes and
many toys. He seemed to forget about the life he once knew and
settled into his new role easily. His presents from under the tree
were dolls and stuffed animals like any other girl his age would have.
The family photo that year showed Denise and Melissa looking the
same as previous years but this time, there was a new face. Little
Kayla had on a white dress with a little strawberry print, white
tights and matching strawberry red shoes. Her longer hair was
done special for the photo with lots of curls and red bows. Her smile
showed how happy she was on the outside, but her eyes still showed
something darker on the inside.

During her preparation for the Christmas holiday, Denise
cleaned the house thoroughly and came across a necklace behind
some furniture on the floor of the dining room. She looked at it
carefully and because it looked very cheap, she surmised it was
something Melissa bought. The medallion attached looked quite
odd and she meant to ask Melissa where she got it. However,
because of the rush of the holiday, she just dropped it in
Melissa's jewelry box and forgot about questioning her.

Melissa didn't find the medallion until the following summer. It was
a Saturday morning when her mother had left her alone for the
weekend to be with Joe and Kyle. She was in her room looking for
something to wear with the bikini her friend had loaned her. It was a
bit more revealing than her mother would normally let her wear, so
she waited till after the house was empty to try it on. As she
searched through her jewelry box, she found the old necklace and
took it out to examine it further. As she put it around her neck, the
medallion touched the bikini top and she felt a tingling all over.

In less than 30 minutes, she was looking in the mirror at a
duplicate of her friend that loaned her the suit. Melissa began
to panic and tried everything she could to find a way to change
back. She thought about her brother and how he was changed in
the same manner. He had never changed back. The medallion must
be the key but she couldn't make it change her back either.

Melissa eventually managed to change back late that evening quite
accidentally. The medallions powers worked its magic after 12
hours when Melissa went to put her nightgown on that evening. As
soon as the gown touched the medallion, she felt the same uneasiness
as her body began to mold back to its original form.

Melissa realized that she had the power to change into anyone she
wanted. She just needed to wait about a half a day to change back.
Her brother could change back anytime he wanted now but only she
knew how to do it. She went to bed thinking about all the power she
had in her hands with the medallion.

Denise and Kyle returned home the next evening and Melissa
decided to keep quiet about her discovery. The next morning
afterDenise left for work, Melissa again put on her friends
bikini and the medallion but this time she was careful to not touch
the material of the swimsuit yet. When Kyle entered her bedroom,
he spotted the necklace immediately. Melissa held it out in her hand
and began to tease him. "Look what I found Princess. Look familiar?"

Kyle looked intently at the medallion. It had been about a year since
he saw it last and his mind was not the same as before. He thought
he saw it before but he wasn't at all sure of himself. "This is what
made you into a little girl. Its mine and I have the power now to
change you or anyone else I want." Melissa continued to tease Kyle
by waving the medallion around her neck in front of him. He reached
out to grab it from his sister but she pulled it back before he could
completely get his tiny fingers around it. He did manage to brush by
it before Melissa slapped his small hand away.

Melissa felt the tingling again but this time it was much stronger.
"Oh my god, what did you do?!" she asked him. Kyle felt the tingle
also but his sisters screams distracted him. It wasn't until the
pajamas he had on started to feel tight that he realized that he
was growing rapidly. He managed to remove all his clothes before
they ripped off themselves. He stood there naked as he started
to grow taller and his sister rapidly shrunk. After about 15 minutes,
they were both the same size and Melissa started to cry. The bikini
fell off her body by itself and the two girls stood holding each other
until the changes stopped.

Kyle was now a duplicate of Melissa while Melissa looked just like
little Kayla. As Kyle held his sister for comfort, he managed to
remove the medallion from around her tiny neck. He looked at it
closely and tried to find out how to change him self back. He
remembered a little bit about being a teenaged boy and he was
ready to become one again. He got Melissa to explain the powers
of the medallion to him and that he needed to wait 12 hours and
touch a piece of his clothing to it.

Well, I guess I can wait till tonight. After all its been so
long already. Kyle rationalized. Melissa walked over to the
mirror and looked at her small image. She couldn't believe
that she was now 3 years old. Meanwhile, Kyle picked up the
bikini off the floor and put it on. He was amazed himself at
the feeling of having breasts and the body of a woman instead
of a child.

"OK Princess, lets get you dressed." Kyle called out to his still
naked sister. Melissa gave him a look of disgust because she
was looking forward to being with her friends at the beach that
day. She had promised them she would drive since she now had
exclusive use of Kyle's car. She already missed seeing them the past
Saturday when she didn't dare leave the house. She promised Kyle
she would show him exactly how to change back that evening if only
he would pretend to be her today.

Kyle enjoyed being older, even if he was still female and agreed to
go. He did make Melissa wear one of the frilliest little suits after
telling her that she also needed to keep up the image of Kayla.

At the beach, Melissa told Kyle that there is a boy she really wanted
to out with and he should try to get a date with him. Kyle was still
furious with Melissa and thought about not doing it, but as the day
went on, he began to feel something for the boy and did, as she
wanted. Besides, he thought, it wouldn't actually be him going on the
date, it would be his sister by then.

That evening, still masquerading as Melissa, Kyle went looking in
his old room for his clothes and discovered his mother had given
everything away. There was nothing left of his old self. The closets
were filled with dresses and the drawers had panties, socks and slips
in sizes meant for a three-year-old girl.

Kyle was holding the medallion in his hand and realized it was no
use to him. Without anything from his past, he felt he was stuck.
Melissa would want to switch back and he would need to be Kayla
again. The thought of returning to a little girl made him angry and
in total frustration, he threw the medallion across the room with
all his strength. The window happened to be open and the necklace
carrying the medallion soared right out the opening. When Kyle
calmed down in the morning, he went outside to retrieve the medallion.
He spent several hours searching but he never found it.

Melissa was furious of course. There was no way she wanted to start
life again as a child and threw a tantrum when she discovered she
couldn't change back. Kyle never told his mother and she shrugged
off the little girls behavior as natural for someone that age. Melissa
tried to tell everyone who she really was, but they all knew about
Kayla's imagination and stories she usually told.

The next morning when Denise left for work, Kyle told his little
sister that he's in charge now. It was time to get dressed as he
opened the closet to his sisters new room. He picked out one of
Kayla's fanciest dresses and proceeded to get the Princess
ready for the day. He knew she would be a handful at first but
in time she would calm down and get into the role as he was.

He needed to make sure she was down for her nap after lunch
since Billy Taylor was coming by today. He felt a real need to
try out his new equipment and he knew Billy was just the one to do
that.

The end